LOGINNathaniel's POV It was 4:00 PM, and the hospital room was bathed in the soft, orange glow of the late afternoon sun. Ariana was sleeping soundly beside me, her breathing deep and peaceful. I just lay there, staring at the ceiling, my mind going through a number of things. I was calculating every possible outcome, trying to build a fortress around the woman in my arms.Then, my phone rang.The ringtone pierced the quiet room very loudly. I muttered a curse under my breath, fumbling for the device on the nightstand. I quickly checked to make sure Ariana hadn't stirred, then untangled myself from her warmth as gently as possible. I slipped out of the bed and walked to the far corner of the room before answering.It was my father."Yes?" I said, my voice low and to the point."You have not been to the company today," his voice boomed on the other end, devoid of any fatherly concern. "I wondered where you were. Your mother tells me you are at a clinic with the intern girl.""I am," I said
Ariana’s POV The woman took a few more slow, calculated steps into the room, her eyes darting around like she expected a cockroach to leap out from the shadows. Then, her gaze snapped back to me, doing another slow crawl from my messy hair down to the thin, wrinkled fabric of my hospital gown.I was acutely aware of how I must look. My hair was likely a bird's nest from tossing and turning, and meeting the parents in a flimsy gown wasn't exactly the power move I would have chosen. I felt exposed and intimidated, but I didn't let it show. I forced a polite smile onto my face because, despite everything, a part of me desperately wanted Nathaniel’s family to like me."Hello, ma’am," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "I’m Ariana. Nathaniel isn’t here at the moment. Would you like to wait for him?"The woman didn't answer immediately. She walked over to the chair Nathaniel had vacated, gripped the back of it with two manicured fingers, and dragged it several inches further away from
Ariana's POVThe first thing I heard was a rhythmic beep. It was steady and annoying, pulling me back from a deep, heavy darkness. I tried to move, but my limbs felt like they were made of wet sand. Everything was too much effort. Just as I realized someone was holding my left hand—their grip tight, warm, and oddly grounding—the weight of exhaustion dragged me back under. I slipped off the edge of consciousness again before I could even twitch a finger.The second time I woke, the fog had cleared. I felt lighter, more present. I slowly blinked my eyes open and the first thing I saw was a mop of sleek, dark hair resting on the edge of my mattress.Nathaniel.He was hunched over, his head resting on his arms right next to my hip. I stared at him for a moment, my mind wandering. I used to watch movies where the hero would sit by a hospital bed for days, and I’d always think it was so impractical. Why wouldn't they just go home, get a good night's sleep in a n actual bed, and come back fr
Nathaniel's POVI was barely three blocks away, still feeling the lingering warmth of Ariana’s arms around my neck, when my phone vibrated loudly. It was the lead security detail Gurner had placed on Maya’s street."Report," I said, my voice already tightening."Sir, we have an incident. A man approached Miss Ariana outside the building. He was aggressive. He had his hands on her throat. We intervened, but he fled into the alleys. Two men are in pursuit."The world seemed to stop for a second. The air in the car turned freezing. "Is she hurt?" I growled, my hand gripping the leather armrest so hard the stitching groaned."She’s shaken, sir. She’s retreated inside the apartment. We have a man at her door now.""Turn the car around," I snapped at the driver. "Now!"My driver didn't hesitate. He swung the heavy SUV into a violent u-turn, tires screeching as he navigated the narrow Astoria street with perfect ease. I made a mental note to give the man a substantial raise. He was faithful,
Ariana's POVIt felt like I was walking toward my own execution. My heart thumped frantically against my ribs, making me lightheaded. I kept telling myself to be brave, but with every step I took toward the shadows of that rusted street lamp, the air seemed to get thinner.He’s not going to hurt me, I tried to convince myself. Not in the middle of a street in Astoria. But I knew my father. I knew the man who had raised me, and I knew that logic didn't always apply to him when he was on a rave. The closer I got, the more my throat closed up, but I steeled my resolve. I wouldn't let him see me tremble. Not this time.I stopped several feet away at a safe distance, though it didn't feel safe enough. We stood there, the orange glow of the street light casting faint distorted shadows on the pavement between us. It was still daytime but the sun would go down soon. "Dad," I said, my voice flat and devoid of emotion.He looked at me, his eyes hooded and dark. A slow, mocking smile spread acr
Ariana's POVI stretched my arms over my head, feeling the satisfying ache in my muscles. I had put in ten hours of work already, my fingers flying across the keys as I processed the data for my remote contract. It was a nice burn, the kind that made me feel like I was accomplishing something on my own terms. The apartment was blissfully quiet since Maya had gone back to work for one of her twice-a-week office days, leaving me with nothing but my thoughts.I instinctively rubbed my stomach, a habit I had developed over the last few weeks. "Baby, you are eating so much," I whispered.I was constantly hungry these days. It felt like my body was a furnace, burning through everything I put into it. Since I had decided to stay with Maya for the time being because it felt safer and more grounded than moving again, I had used a small portion of my signing bonus to make the place more comfortable. I’d ordered some ergonomic furnishings for our workspace and a few high-end outfits for Maya to
Ariana's POV "Mr. Coop! Nathaniel, look at me!"He wasn't looking at me. His eyes were open, but they were fixed on the sky, glassy and unfocused. His leg had swollen to nearly twice its size, the skin pulled tight and shiny, turning a sickening shade of bruised plum. Every few seconds, a violent
Nathaniel's POV Darkness was a thick void that I had been drowning in for hours. I remember the white-hot, jagged agony of the stonefish sting and then the world narrowing down to the sound of my own heartbeat.I had been drifting. I felt the heat, the searing, localized fire of the leaves Ariana
Ariana’s POV Coming back to our "camp" after the storm was like walking into a crime scene. The blue tarp was gone—well, not gone, but shredded into thin, useless ribbons that whipped around the trunk of our tree. Our solar still was smashed, and the "HELP" sign we had spent hours building looked
Ariana's POV "Over here! Hey! Look down!" I was screaming until my throat felt like it was bleeding. I was jumping, waving my arms so hard my shoulders ached, pointing at the pillar of black smoke rising from our signal fire. Next to me, Mr. Coop was just as desperate. He had the first flare gun r







